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CLASS XXo. No. 


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1897, by 
WM. H. LEE, 

In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 


COPYRIGHT, 1904, BY WM. H. LEE 


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A WORD TO PARENTS 


The impressions of our childhood linger with us 
always; in the memory of many a gray -beard or 
wrinkled dame sit enthroned the shadows of the 
“Queen of Curds and Cream,” and of “Old King 
Cole.” The love of the grotesque is instinct in 
every child, but it may be as easily gratified with 
the charming legends from the classics (with which 
every educated person is bound to become familiar) 
as with the story of the famous boy who “sang for 
his supper,” or of that unfortunate “Lucy Locket.” 
I would not deny to childhood the beloved compan- 
ionship of old time nursery rhymes; they are the 
legitimate first love of every childish heart — but 
why not serve, with nonsense, a little knowledge 
slyly hidden.? 

And with this belief I send forth these merry 
Jingles, trusting that they may creep into the 
corners of some little hearts not ’.quite filled by 
other classic rhymes. 


THE AUTHOR. 



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Jupiter- JoVe und Juno 
The Sea-Kin^ 

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Jupiteris Idessender 
/\ Warrior 3old 

/ Ttie Birth of Venus 
Joke on Jupiter 

Prometheus 
The DeautifuT HarVest Queen 

The Prince Who Stole a J^ide 
The late of a Tail 
~tleedles5 dlebe 

Venus and Vulcan 
Ganymede 
~The Mine f1 uses 

~fhe Cyclops 

~Ttie Princess of fire 

Cupid 

Orpheus and 'Eutydice 

The Story ofPandoTb 
Venus and Adonis 
The CaVe of S' 


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JUPITER-JOVE AND JUNO.* 

^«-pit-er Jove 
Lived in a grove 

On top of the mountain O- iymp -\i%\ 

He was king of the air, 

He had long golden hair; 

Sing ho! Sing high diddle dympus. 

He sat on a throne 
Of gold and bright stone 
And in his right hand was the thunder; 

H is wife was sweet yu-no 
Who sang a sweet tune-o, 

’T was ho! ’Twas high diddle dunder. 

What do you think 
Was their food and their drink? 
They called it <‘am-<^r<?-sia” and “ /^^^•-tar;” 
It sounds very fine, 

But ’twas just cake and wine; 
Sing ho ! Sing high diddle dedar. 

*The Roman names are used in nearly every instance as they are simpler and 
more familiar than the Grecian. 



^ THE SEA KING 

Old Nep-tunt was the ruler 
Of the roaring, raging sea, 

And o’er the foaming billows 
He ruled right royally. 

’Way down among the fishes 
In a palace made of gold, 

He used the shells for dishes 

And dispatched the oyster bold. 

His scepter was a trident 
—Just like a big harpoon — 

He used it for an oyster-fork, 

He used it for a spoon. 

His carriage was a sea-shell 
All lined with palest pink. 

And drawn by three sea-horses 

Whose chains went chink-te-chink. 




A RIDE ON THE RIVER STYX. 

A funny little fellow 
In a funny little coat, 

Went floating down a river 
In a funny little boat. 

His funny name was C/ia-von* 

And with a funny grin 
He asked me to go riding, 

And so I hopped right in. 


And then a fearful grimace 
This funny boatman made. 
And said: row my passengers 

To fearful Realms of Shade. 

<‘A fearful king is P/u-to^ 

And by his gateway treads 
The fearful sentry C^r-be-rus, 

A dog with many heads.” 

Then I begged this funny fellow 
To row me back to shore. 
And I’m sure I sha’n’t go riding 
With strangers any more. 


* Cha — pronounced ia — . 



A merry, merry messenger 
Was merry M^r-cu-ry, 
And for his master^^^-pit-er 
He flew right merrily. 


With wings on cap and sandals, 
He whistled as he flew; 

So merrily he whistled 

That the wind it whistled too. 


The reason he was merry 
(I’m sure ’tis so with you) 

Was because he did so cheerfully 
The things he had to do. 



A WARRIOR BOLD 


If the best of all warriors 
Was called “Mr. Mars,” 
I wonder, I wonder. 

It doesn’t rhyme “wars.* 

Now Mars was a giant 
With a voice so immense 
It raised as much clamor 
As 10,000 men’s. 

When Mars went to battle 
H e was covered with tin 
The tin it would rattle 
And the battle he’d win. 

He had a tin helmet. 

He had a tin shoe. 

And I’m not at all certain 
But his wig was tin too. 



THE BIRTH OF VENUS. 

If babes are found in cabbages 
And underneath the flowers, 

H ow do you think that Ve-nns came 
Into this world of ours? 

They say, one morning early, 

Just at the dawn of day, 

A wave upon old ocean broke 
And scattered into spray; 

And there upon a sea-shell 
—A vision wondrous fair — 

Stood Ve-n\\s^ Queen of Beauty, 

Weaving sunshine in her hair. 

Two snow-white doves with golden chains 
Her chariot bore away, 

And where’er her feet would touch the earth 
White flowers sprang up, they say. 


The meaning of this little tale* 

’Tis easy to impart, 

For Ve-nu^ is a loving thought, 

Born in a childish heart. 

The snov^-white doves are loving words 
That bear the thought, so sweet; 

And from loving thoughts spring gentle ceeds 
— The flowers beneath her feet. 







THE HEAVENLY TWINS. 
K-poiAo ruled the sun, they say, 
Di-<2-na ruled the moon. 

So she was Queen at night, you see 
And he was King at noon. 

A pretty pair of twins were they. 
Both beautiful and bright. 

But how could they help being both" 
When having so much light. 




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drove four stags before her, 
Four stags with horns of gold; 
And so she was a Queen by night, 
By day, a huntress bold. 



A JOKE ON JUPITER. 

JW-pit-er said : 

‘O’ve a pain in my head, 

Bring Vul-Q2iX\ the smith to mv bed. 

H is ax he must grind 
And this pain he must find 
By chopping a hole in my head.” 

Then Mer-cw-ry flew, 

H is bidding to do. 

And brought Fui-C2ix\ the blacksmith in, 
Who sharpened his ax 
On a piece of beeswax. 

And said : “ Ready am I to begin.” 

At the very first chop 
Right out there did pop 
The very wise maiden yi\-nerv-2i\ 

And y^^-pit-er said. 

As he closed up his head : 

"^“Such luck I did never deserve-a.” 







THE BEAUTIFUL HARVEST QUEEN. 

C^-res had a grain of corn, 

She put it in the ground, 

And then she put another in 
And drew a ring around; 

The wind it blew. 

And the corn it grew, 

In a manner mysterious. 

But Ce-x^% did reap, 

And never did weep 
And never looked j'^-rious. 


THE TALE OF A TAIL. 


Listen to me and I’ll tell you a tale 
Of the beautiful eyes in the peacock’s tail; 

How Ju-x\o was jealous of /-o, and how 
She made the poor lady change into a cow, 

And set there to watch her and keep off the flies 
A giant called yir-gus with one hundred eyes; 

But y^-pit-er pitied poor I-o, and said 

That she could change back if ^r-gus were dead. 

So Mi^r-cu-ry bravely flew down all alone 

And the hundred-eyed ^r-gus he slew with a stone. 

Then y^-no just gathered his eyes in a pail 

And set them all into her peacock’s long tail. 

And if you will look, you will find it is true 
That the tail of the peacock has eyes of bright blue. 


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HEEDLESS HEBE. 

(The Careless Cup-Bearer.) 

Jove and yu-no gave a feast, 

“ Heigho ! ” cried Miss He-h^\ 
Songs and laughter never ceased, 

“ Heigho ! ” cried Miss He-h^, 

‘‘ Here’s your nectar — let us drink! 
‘‘Heigho!” cried Miss ii/<?-be. 
All the glasses went ka-chink ! 
Heigho ! ” cried Miss 

Little lady ran pell-mell, 

“ Heigho ! ” cried Miss //(?-be; 
Stubbed her dainty toe and fell, 
“Heigho!” cried Miss i7i?-be. 


Spilt the nectar on the floor, 
Heigho ! ” cried Miss He-hcy 
yu-no turned her from the door, 
Heigho ! ” cried Miss He-hc. 

Heedless habit never pays ! ” 

^i^^-no cried to He-h^y 
‘‘Heedless ways breed deedless days.” 
“You know!” sighed poor ii/i^-be. 



THE PRINCE WHO STOLE A RIDE. 

K-pol-\o was king of the sunshine 
And drove the gold car of the sun, 

But ’twas stolen one morn, bright and early 
By P hae-\.on* his rising young son. 

Then, alas, with the stars and the planets 
Did the capering horses collide! 

While Phae-ton so frightened was vowing 
He’d never again steal a ride. 

They nearly set fire to this planet 
And that was the end of his ride. 

For Phae-ton fell out in a river 
And there in the water he died. 

On the banks his two sisters stood weeping 
And turned into trees it appears; 

There they stand to this day, softly weeping 
The most beautiful real amber tears. 

'^Phae — , pronounced as if spelled Fay — . 



VENUS AND VULCAN. 

Vul-Q2i\\ was a blacksmith 
And Ve-nus was his wife; 

She was Queen of Beauty 
And he was lame for life. 

H e was a clever blacksmith, 

And the story books will tell 

H ow the caps he forged would render 
A man invisible. 

H is hammer was an iron one, 

H is anvil was of junk; 

H is anvil went a-humming. 

And his hammer went ka-chunk! 



GANYMEDE. 

(The Careful Cup-Bearer.) 


His flocks did feed 
Upon a mountain side-o, 
When quick as wink 
What do you think 
Did snatch him up to ride-o 

An eagle took 
Him in his hook, 

And to O-lymp-u^ flew-o. 
Now when they dine 
He pours the wine 
For j7^-pit-er and Ju-Vio* 


THE NINE MUSES. 



Nine pretty lasses, all so neat, 

Once lived on Mount V2iV-nass-rViS\ 

There were no lasses half so sweet. 
Excepting sweet mo-lasses. 

There was Polly Hym-n\-2i so co^ 

And Cli-o was another; 

K-pol-\o was the only boy. 

And he was their half-brothe 

And one did dance, and one did sing, 
And one did play the fiddle. 

And “’round the rosey” they would ring, 
\-pol-\o in the middle. 

They caught a horse with wings one day, 
With gentle care they tamed him; 

Upon his back they’d fly away. 

And P^^-a-sus they named him. 

They did all sorts of jolly things 
And called themselves the Mu-sQSy 

And so we say that jolly things 
Do always so 2i-muse us. 



THE CYCLOPS. 


The Cy-clops were giants 
Of very great size, 

And can you imagine 

Just where were their eyes? 

Each had only one 

And that, every one knows. 
Grew up in the forehead. 
Right over the nose. 

They ate pretty maidens. 

They ate pretty boys. 

Till pretty K-pol-\o 

Put an end to their joys. 


THE PRINCESS OF FIRE. 


The Princess of Fire was called ^‘Fest-', 
And seven young maids she addressed- 
You must tend to my fire — 

Do not let it expire — 

For my wrath I shouid then manifest-a 


ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE. 


The very trees would dance, they say, 
When Or-pheus*played his lyre, 

And that his wife Eu-ry<^-i-ce 
Did sweetest songs inspire. 

Alas, one day, a-dying 
He found Eu-;j<^-i-ce, 

Then fell he down, a-crying: 

‘‘You’re very dead, I see.” 

A serpent green had stung her 
While in a grassy glade. 

And so old Cha-von rowed her 
To P/;^-to’s realm of shade. 

But Or-pheus followed after 
And so sweetly did he play, 

That the air was filled with laughter 
And night was turned to day. 

Said Or-pheus unto Piu-to: 

“ Return my wife to me.” 

Said P/u-to unto Or-pheus: 

“Return — she’ll follow thee.” 


* — pheus, pronounced as if spelled — -fuse. 








“Yet on her face you must not gaze 
As through my realms you roam, 

But follow straight your crooked nose 
And point that nose toward home.’* 

Then Or-pheus took Eu-ryd-i-ce 
And led her by the hand; 

Alas ! his curiosity 

Was more than he could stand. 

He turned and looked upon her face — 
She vanished from his gaze ! 

For when a person disobeys, 

T he penalty he pays. 



CUPID. 

(The Little King of Love.) 


Hi! there, ho! 

Look out for little C^-pid 
With his arrow and his bow. 

One, two, three ! 

(He must be very stupid 
For he’s aiming straight at me.) 

They say he’s blind. 

But though at hearts he tries to aim 
My heart he cannot find. 

For, on a day. 

You played a roguish game, 

You stole my heart away. 


THE STORY OF PANDORA. 


Once Vul-C 2 in made a dolly 
Out of a big mud-pie, 

“I’ll make her live, she’s lovely,” 
y^^-pit-er Jove did cry. 

Then Fe-nws gave her beauty, 

And yu-no gave her gold. 

And a box of alabaster 
That did a secret hold. 

They told her to be careful 
And not to lift the lid. 

But she was very curious 
And so, of course, she did; 

When out flew the ghosts of Falsehood 
Of War, Disease and Theft! 

She closed it in a hurry 

And the ghost of Hope was left. 

They called the maid Pan-<3&-ra, 
Which seems a paradox. 

To call the maid Pan Dora, 



VENUS AND ADONIS. 

Fe-nu^ loved she young A-^^-nis, 

And straightway she told it to he: 

‘‘I love you,” said she, 

‘‘I’ll glove you,” said she, 

“ For your hats I will pay full a penny.” 

But K-do-ms went he out a-hunting, 

And met he a dreadful wild boar: 

“ I hate you,” said he, 

“I’ll bait you,” said he. 

But the boar straight began he to gore. 

Then Fe-nu^ fell she to a-weeping. 

Wept she full a fountain an hour: 

“ I weep you,” said she, 

“I’ll keep you,” said she. 

And changed he right into a flower, 



THE CAVE OF SLEEP. 


(A Lullaby.) 


A great Latin poet called 0v-'\6. 

H as told of the Cave of Sleep, 

Of the beauty and magic of it, 

Where the waters of L^-the creep; 

How with wings on his shoulders and wings on his head. 
Young M<?r-pheus^ keeps watch by the side of one’s bed. 
And waving his poppy-wand over one’s eyes. 

Brings dreams most delightful. “ Be happy,” he cries, 

‘‘ In this wonderful Cave of Sleep.” 

So rock-a-by-hush-a-by-rock-a-by-bye, 

We’re off to the Cave of Sleep. 



Now listen to me and I’ll sing you 
A song of this Nowhere land. 

And tired little eyes may bring you 
A vision of fairy-land; 

Where day-dreams bear blossoms and wishes come true, 
Where laughter is sunshine and mirth is the dew. 

Where fancies are flowerets and sleep is the soil, 

And in it the dream-growers sing as they toil 
In this wonderful Cave of Sleep. 

So rock-a-by-hush-a-by-rock-a-by-bye. 

We’re off to the Cave of Sleep. 






“ Now where is this dream-land ? ” you wonder. 
Just off of the shores of day, 

And fairies with cobwebs of slumber 
Will hide all your troubles away; 

For dollies are found there as big as yourself, 

And jam-pots are kept on a very low shelf; 

And real silver watches have wheels that go round, 

\nd sugar-plums flourish, and good things abound 
In this wonderful Cave of Sleep. 

So rock-a-by-hush-a-by-rock-a-by-bye. 

We’re off to the Cave of Sleep. 


“Now is this a ‘real truly’ story? 

And how do we get there from here?” 
Snuggle down in my arms and we’ll go there. 
I’m sure that it’s ever so near. 

A kiss for a ticket — and time to collect — 

A trunkful of wishes that Day-time has checked;^ 

All snug in a sleeper, so loving and strong. 

And over a railroad of silvery song. 

We’ll ride to the Cave of Sleeplt 
So rock-a-by-hush-a-by-rock-a-by-bye, 

We’re off to the Cave of Sleep. 



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Juvenile Literature 



The Heart of a Boy 

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Famous the world over. Special Holiday de luxe 
edition, 32 full-page half-tone and 26 text illustra- 
tions. Beautifully bound in gold and colors, gilt top, 
in box. $t,2S. Uniform with the Ashley books, 75c. 
School edition, 50c. 

Air Castle Don 

By B. Freeman Ashlev. A story of Boston adven- 
tures and successes. A lone boy's push and pluck 
and what he accomplished. Extra linen cloth, new 
design, 75c. 

Dick and Jack’s Adventures 

By B. Freeman Ashlev. The adventures of two 
boys on Sable Island. Full of action and incident, sur- 
rounded by the perils and excitement of ocean life. 
Cloth, decorative cover, 75c. 


Tiltl Pile litn ^ Yankee Wall 
* rllC Jini Among the Blue No»e* 

By B. Freeman Ashley. A Yankee waif and his 
life in the woods. Read in thousands of schools. 
Cloth, 75c. 


Rex’s Adventures Among the Olympics 

By H. A. Stanley. Illustrated. A fine story of life 
and adventure in forest and mountains. Stimulating 
and fascinating. Extra cloth, decorative cover, 75c. 

Two Chums 

By Minerva Thorte. A pathetic and interesting 
tale of an orphan waif and his companion. Profusely 
illustrated. Cloth, gilt top, three color cover, 75c. 

Famous Adventures S* Brownies 

By E. A. Veale. 150 inimitable illustrations by 
Palmer Cox, including nine full-page drawings descrip- 
tive of “Who Killed Cock-Robin?” 12mo, inlaid 
cover panel in four colors, 75c. 


Santa Claus’ Wonderful Candy Circus 

By Olive Aye. Entirely new creation in juvenile 
literature. 32 pages, each with large illustration in 
many colors. Handsome decorative cover. Nothing 
like it ever published. Size, *10^ inches. 50c. 

Baby Goose ; HIs Adventures 

By Fannie E. Ostrander. Designs by R. W. HiR- 
CHERT. Original in conception. Unequaled. Quaint, 
humorous and dainty. Twelve colors used throughout 
the book. Large royal 4to, cover in four colors, $1.00. 

The Tale of a Tail 

By Annette S. Crafts. Classic stories in rhyme. 
An education in itself. Welcomed in the home and 
schoolroom. Text neatly illustrated. Large two-page 
frontispiece and exquisite cover in five colors, 25c. 

Yellow Beauty 

By Marion Martin. A delightful story of cats. Will 
appeal Jo every child. Six full-page illustrations by 
Madame Ronner, of the Belgian Art Academy. 30 
text etchings. Heavy paper, cover in four colors, 25c. 

Jungle Larks 

By Gar (Raymond H. Garman). Human conditions 
applied to animal life in the jungle. Striking, quaint 
and humorous. A decided favorite of the children. 
Text artistically colored and illustrated. Substantially 
bound, cover in four colors, $1.00. 

Frolics of the ABC 

By Fannie Ostrander. Designs by R. W. Hir- 
CHERT. The alphabet in rhymes. 1-color board 
covers, cloth back, pictorial wrapper, 75c. 

Childhood Classics 

The cream of nursery rhymes, fairy tales and other 
stories. Eight full-page plates in seven and eight 
colors. 250 other illustrations. 214 pages. Silk, cloth, 
eover in three colors, $1.00. 


Fireside Battles 

By Annie G. Brown. Illustrated by the famous 
artist, J. C. Leyendecker. An exquisite story for girls. 
Tells in a bright cheery way how to face hard prob- 
lems. De luxe edition, special cover, in box, $1.25. 
Popular edition, 75c. 


Our Children Among the Poets 

Julia A. Watkins. Choicest selections of popular 
American and foreign poets. Contains poems for 
nursery, childhood, youth, boyhood, girlhood, mem- 
ory gems, biographical sketches. 288 pages. Com- 
pletely indexed. Cloth cover iu three colors, $1.00. 


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